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“I SURRENDER ALL”

One thing alone, dear Lord, I have,
I may to thee resign;
All else is thine that thou hast formed;
Their use alone is mine.
Tho’ I should offer lands or gold,
What profit to me there?
For thou hast always owned them all,
I but thy bounty share.

But thou hast placed in mortal frame
A will to do or not,
As I may list and, uncoerced,
I may pursue my lot.
This will may lead me down to death,
Or to a rich reward.
I tremble, Father, at the thought
Of that I have to guard.

But, blessed Savior, thou hast said,
The weak thou wilt sustain;
Surrendering my will to thee,
I can no more refrain.
Resigning this, my fears now flee.
All I can give is thine;
To chasten, polish, guide, that in
Thy glory I may shine.
—A. J. Morris.

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For years, no wisdom, no renown,
Only my life can I lay down;
Only my heart, Lord, to thy throne I bring; and pray
A child of thine I may go forth
And spread glad tidings through the earth,
And teach sad hearts to know thy worth!
Lord, here am I.
—C. Whitmarsh.

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— October 1, 1907 —